Obsessed to Hate Him-Chapter 11: Blessed

LIAM

I tamp the urge to scream when the first thing I see after opening my eyes after what seems like an eternal slumber is a pair of familiar deep blue eyes, staring through my soul.

The eyes blink at me and I blink back. She straightens up and I draw breath in my burning lungs. I snap into a sitting position, my eyes sharp and calculating. My instincts are on high alert, looking for any potential danger or red flag.

"Who are you?" My voice is so sharp and so calm that they are on par with my palpating heart and crunching stomach. Panic and anxiety are crawling beneath the surface, and I am proud that I am capable of masking it.

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The last thing I remember is falling asleep while I was with Kian in the carriage. I let my guard down because of the exhaustion searing through my bones.

I shouldn't have.

There is too much of a stupid thing one can do aside from letting his guard down around his enemy. And it seems like I am losing my edge to commit such a deadly stupidity.

"You have grown to be a real beauty, haven't you, Liam?" She says, her tone calm with a hint of amusement that is swimming in her ocean-like eyes.

Dread and chill claw down my spine and settle inside the pit of my stomach. My hands curl around the duvet draped over my lap.

The moon is up. It's a full moon tonight. The moonlight is slanting in the veranda of my room and filtering through the curtains, illuminating the surroundings in a dreamy, hazy manner. The woman before me has a commendable aura radiating from her. She has golden blond hair and ocean-like blue eyes. She is beautiful, but if she thinks that her beauty will fool me, then she is a fool. Just by looking at her, I can tell that she is one of the people I would like to stay the hell away from, including Kian.

She looks to be in her late twenties. She is wearing a red silk shirt, sleeves folded up, revealing her masculine forearm. She is standing tall across the room; her arms folded across her chest. Now then I realize that it is my bedroom (the room that I was given in Kian's castle).

"You didn't answer my question." My scowl deepens, and my eyes dart around the room to see if there is an emergency escape way if things go south. Sweat bead my skin and tension ticks in my jaw.

"I am Jennifer Eryx." She replies simply, the amused expression on her face doesn't change.

My blood runs cold and I am mortified in my place.

What the fuck?! Jennifer Eryx?!

My mind is processing everything in a millisecond. If she is the Jennifer Eryx, then she is an extremely bad news. And over that, she somehow knows who I am. Things couldn't be worse than that. Other than that...how is she so fucking young?! I thought she was an old hag?!

How the fuck does she knows?

I am sure that my face is drier than a desert. And my throat is cracking due to the lack of wetness there. I can't breathe or think. Or maybe I am breathing and thinking way too fast for my health.

"You are a gorgeous-looking kid, Liam," Jennifer comments again.

It takes all of me not to sprint out of the room or jump out of the window and never look back. I clench my fists until my knuckles are white and my thoughts are calm enough. I keep my expression straight and say, "How do you know me?"

Jennifer's eyes twinkle with intrigue as she walks to my bedside and looks down at me. "I knew your brother, Eiden." Her eyes take me in, piercing through my soul and leaving me bare to her eyes, "You have his eyes."

There is something about the aunt and nephew that is so alike. I can decipher what it is, though. Is it the way they look through everyone's soul, is it the way they always make someone vulnerable just by looking at them, or is it the way they carry themselves?

I can feel an invisible noose tightening around my throat, squeezing tightly, "Does Kian know?" I don't know why I am asking the question because it doesn't matter if Kian knows or not. Jennifer knows. And she also is an enemy. It is worse enough.

"No."

"And what do you plan to do with the piece of information?" I am proud of the way I sound so calm right now. "You are going to tell him?"

"Nope." Jennifer hops onto the bedside, dangling her feet, "I don't know what Liam Von Sylvyran doing here. I don't know what your intentions are. But whatever it is, I am pretty sure it has nothing to do with me and everything to do with Kian. So, I will let you guys figure out what you guys have between yourselves. But—" She pauses, making my heart stutter, "—I hope that includes no blood. I will not tolerate it if Kian is scratched."

Oh dear aunt, if you think that your threats can prevent me from drawing your dear nephew's blood, then you are a fool.

But I don't say it aloud. The situation is already at odds with me. And I know better than making it worse.

No, thank you.

I don't say anything as Jennifer jumps down from the bedside and walks to the door of the room. She looks over her shoulder at me.

"I hope what I said went through your head." She smirks, "Because I am certain that dear Vivana wouldn't want to see her brother's head in her hand."

Chill skates down my spine as Jennifer exits the room, closing the door behind her. I shiver despite myself.

The woman means business.

But there are still a few things I want to know. Why was she here in the first place? And how is she still so young...?

Don't tell me...

My eyes widen as I jump off the bed and run outside.

She is blessed?!